I licked yourbelly button and entwined my fingers in the dark coils ofhair from which burst the source of my pleasure, rearingup before me and begging...the attention of my mouth.That little bead of moisture tipped the head of your prick– as it did the night before – I flicked my tongue over andlapped it up. The same familiar musky man smell and tastethreatened to over power me and I buried my head in the softnessof your balls hanging heavily below. “Suck it!” you commanded.I obeyed. I swallowed. Mai bht roughy chod raha tha or vo to bs “Aaaaahhhh fuck meri choot fad de aaj kuttiya ki trh chod rohit” mai thak rhi thi to maine unki gand pe teji se thappad mara or vo tej chaillayi ” aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh kyu mar raha hai” mai firse mara, teen char bar mara . Unki gand lal ho chuki thi or boli “Rohit dikhade apna zor aaj muje tere lund ki takat dikha” muje pata lag gaya ki unhe zosh aa gaya h maine unhe palta unki chut todi hawa me uthayi or apna lund dalke fir chodne laga unhe bht maza aa raha. She got extra friendly with me maybe bcos I was dark-skined and different region. One day she came and started to weep while brooming my flat. So I consoled her and asked her what was the matter. After a little coxing, she told all about her drunk husband. As she told her story she almost leaned into my arms weeping. So I rested her head on my chest and softly put my hands on her arms like everybody does to console somebody.Soon, her arms were across my shoulders and she placed her palm on my. I want you to get up and get ready. Were going to a ball tonight. And with that, he leaves the room. Kitty rises from the bed and goes to the closet. Inside is a beautiful gown, a deep maroon red with black lace and silver embellishments. She begins to dress and calls out, Master? Could you please come and lace my dress up? He comes into the room as he buttons the last button on a deep maroon shirt, a black bow tie around his neck, and black pinstriped slacks. She turns and he laces her, sure.